Bad Azz:Money, Houses And Cars Lyrics

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(Feat. Kurupt)

(Bad A$$:) This life of oursThe same thing that got a nigga here get me there

(Ev'rything you see, ain't always what it seems to be)Yeah yeah, the same thing that got a nigga here get me thereCome on, Bad A$$, Kurupt, The Gang

(Verse 1: Bad A$$)

I'm just trying ta make a dollar out of nothingTurn zero into somethin'And it's, one life we live, with this, one shot to giveYou got chances, we use none risking your lifeYou know we got guns, why you come and get us with knivesIt's a cold thang, the game, just take folks underIt feels better if you say that god just called his numberWhen you do we kept a self situations like thatIn situations where it's likely somebody might gatNo bad intentions, we all like to jump in the carNo destination but we all thinkin' hard to get far

(Chorus x2: Bad A$$)

Money, houses, and cars, this life of ours, goin' whereWe came a long way, but still we got so far to go to get there(The same thing that got a nigga here get me there, and if it don't, it wasn'tSposed to)

(Verse 2: Kurupt, Bad A$$)

(Kurupt)I got gangsta ass niggas with so much heatG'd up rides with so much beatG'd up apparal, dope by the barrels, gangsta ass goodfella niggaKurupt and nell???I once had a bitch that ate so much dickThat she couldn't do nothin' for me, but blow one of the homiesAs I ease my way right up the streetsMe, D-a-z, Bad A$$, and PriestWe gotta hit the spot where the homies meetWhere all the OG's round up the fleet'Cause the homies is crazy shitAnd we all about stackin' up a gripNo funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho'sAnd we don't give a fuck about a bitch

(Bad A$$)I can't worry 'bout a bitchI'm tryin' ta get rich by next weekAnd I can get me some pussy when it ain't nuttin to eatMy life, this life of ours buyin nuttin, houses and carsGhetto stars, doin' our thingLike bust a bitch, bust a bitch, and get rich with my gangWe brang, to the table, what you ain't ableA few pies to cut, 'cause we ride for bucks in the worst wayToday Tuesday, I got a date on Thursday, and fuck what you sayYou say dirt about us when we ain't thereWhen we come around, you fuckin' clown, you act scaredTupac is dead, stop questioning lifeYou had to talk to the feds, that's the test in the lifeGoin' where, a long way from here to get thereYou gotta mash to maintainBlast that's the gang thang(The same thing that got a nigga here get me there)

(Verse 3: Kurupt, Bad A$$)

(Kurupt)(I, I, I, I)I heard gangstas don't ride with disguisesBut I'm quick to throw the mask on to get my blast onSo call it what you want, yeah yeah, that's all coolBut me and the homies bout to act the fuckin' foolDump if you dumpNigga pull the pumpLay a nigga (lay a nigga), for the homies spray a niggaThis ain't the Sony, so you can't play a niggaThe homies quick to cock, A-K a niggaWith no hesitationPenaltants populate the populationA nickel plated penitrationKhakis, t-shirts and starsHomies, busta's, riders and mark'sAll y'all niggas here wanna be hardBut no nigga with heart when the heater sparkJust ask the homie Bad A$$He'll put you d on how it's sposed to be in the whole familyAs I ease my way right up the streetsMe, D-a-z, Bad A$$ and PriestWe gotta hit the spot where the homies meetWhere all the OG's round up the fleet'Cause the homies is crazy as shitAnd we all about stackin' up a gripNo funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho'sAnd we don't give a fuck about a bitch, (bitch, bitch, bitch)

It ain't over till I'm doneAin't nowhere to hide, so why runI don't battle with rappers, either bomb or draw gunsYou can hate me, 'cause I got skills and live realAnd my life is well woven in these stack of dollar billsI should kill, I would come and kill your assBut your only mission is destruction, why get in your pathI'll let you kill yourself, while I chill with wealthAnd let the story be the word on the streets, a few weeksI gotta eat, fuck fuckin' with you and being broke on the streetsDuck duckin with you and gettin' smoked, that's a no-noWhat you think it's fifty five or 4-4Money, houses, and cars, nigga I gotta go